like a fire on a cold winters day
the warm blood seeps
from my leg
from my arm
reminding me
i am human
i am alive
the warmth is comfort
when all is cold
the blood is my own

Do you hear it?
The thunder on the ground
The sound getting loud
Louder and louder
Thunder on the ground
They are coming
Hundreds and thousands
The thunder of their feet marching on the street
Do you hear them
Hear their calling
We are coming
The people on the street

a girl with books
wobbling as she tries to balance them
she cant be older than seven

A boy in the adult mystery section
repeating to himself
"I need a boys book not a girls book"

A mother with her two children
following her like ducklings
leaving havoc as they pass

A girl and her mom
reading aloud
in the middle of the cooking isle

I don’t want to die,
I want to cease to exist.
To never have been born
And never have lived
For my soul and body to disappear
For any memory of me to be gone
To dissolve into nothingness and
Never have been anything at all

Love is allowed—
but being with you isn’t.
We live in the spaces between rules,
where wanting you feels like breaking something sacred.

I love you when I’m not supposed to.
I need your warmth, your touch,
even when I know I shouldn’t.

But how do I unlove the only person
who ever made me feel what love really is?
How do I silence a heart
that only beats louder in your name?

No one will understand—
that you’re the sunlight in my darkest thoughts,
that just your memory
can soften the hardest part of my day,
that you’re the reason
I still want to wake up tomorrow.

Our love is forbidden.
We’re not meant to be.
But I can’t help it.
I can’t stop loving you—
with every piece of me
that’s still somehow whole because of you.

We must carry great faith in our young writers,
I must carry great faith in me,
Carry great faith in he, they, she,
Who?
Those who will inherit the art we cherish,
Keep it close, stringing together what emotions were lost,
We know the real cost.

The choking vines of the wine yard,
Wrap around the souls of the somber.
Staring off into space,
While a chemical feeling seals their fate.

Do they feel happy yet?
Something more than the happiness they lost,
Was it right, to push love away?

In replacement they have a craving,
A welcomed feeling of demanding.
Their kisses curdle into bites,
Ripping chunks out of who they love,
Tearing holes into their head.

I can't be everything,
I can't be major general Truth,
So I'm sorry I destroyed it,
I'm sorry I turned my back on the people who read me through,
I think I would disappoint,
The people who inspired me,
If they saw the spires burning,
With the match laying in my hand.

as a kid we can't wait to grow up
we want to explore the world
cause nobody wants to explain with words

afraid to crash you down

so I got to be strong
cause I can't wait this long
I figured it out myself
and found the darkest place
and now need space
cause I’m falling in this phase people call it "youth"

Almost there

now I’m past halfway
3 years holding me back
and every day feels like a trap